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The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world. That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue. And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after. Fortunately, I know just the cure. Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with. Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway. “Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said. ...huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

Aerlev · LGBT+
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498 Chs

Goodbyes never feel good no matter how many times you do it

"So you'll be going back to the Lair?" I asked Zia as we walked to where the carriage was. For some reason, I felt a little bit sad. Perhaps because Zia had been staying here for the past week, and I had been having fun playing with her and exploring the city in disguise.

And now it was over.

"Well, since you're not here..." she shrugged, also looked a bit down.

I turned my head to stare at the research tower in the distance. "You can play with Izzi,"

"Shouldn't he be working?" Zia muttered with pursed lips, but she didn't sound as annoyed as usual.

Maybe visiting him often made them closer, although they still bickered for the simplest things.

"Hmm...you're right about that," I nodded in agreement, since our elf had to finish all the orders Lesta managed to get us. As I looked at her, my eyes caught the little gecko perching on Zia's shoulder. "I don't know you've become close with Zia, Ignis."